Sunday, December 21, 2014

Poem for Sunday, Night at the Museum, Holidays

Close to the sod There can be seenA thought of God In white and green.

Unmarred, unsoiled It cleft the clay,Serene, unspoiled It views the day.

It is so holyAnd yet so lowly. Would you enjoy Its grace and dower And not destroy The living flower?Then you must, please,Fall on your knees.

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Adam's girlfriend Christine came over Saturday morning to drop off his Chanukah present -- she adopted a manatee for him -- and stayed to watch The Hobbit: The Desolation of Smaug in case she decides to come see The Battle of the Five Armies with us when we go next week (yeah, you can tell I'm in a real rush). So we hung out with them for a while, ate lunch, then went to retrieve Daniel from College Park after he finished his last final.

Since we had both kids home and hadn't made any plans because we weren't sure when Daniel would be finished, we decided to go see Night at the Museum: Secret of the Tomb. While not the most inspired installment in the franchise, it has three moments that make it worth seeing even if you're not nostalgic for the cast or premise: one involving an Escher painting, one extended Jewish joke, and one Sir Lancelot sequence with the BEST CAMEO EVER! (Also a Pan trailer!)

Since the movie didn't end till after 8 p.m., we were all hungry and stopped at California Tortilla for dinner -- I had a birthday coupon for a free burrito anyway, and neither of our kids had been in ages since the one in College Park has closed. We came home to the shocking news that Washington had beaten the Eagles! Now we are watching SNL (for Amy Adams, not One Direction)! Here are random winter scenes, some of which you may already have seen on Facebook:

Neighborhood seasonal lights.

Me, Angela, and the superhero Lego menorah.

Son, his girlfriend, and the manatee she adopted for him for Chanukah, plus Cinnamon who wanted to be petted.